Meanwhile, in a nearby hospital room, Dahlia's grandfather
lay unconscious, his face ashen. Florence and several members of the
Nicholson family gathered together as they discussed countermeasures
hushedly. "How peculiar. Old Mr. Nicholson has always been fine. Why did
he suddenly fall ill?" "Exactly! He's always looked so strong and
healthy. Who would've guessed that this would happen if he fell ill."
Everyone sighed with pity for the old man. "How's Granddad?" Dahlia
bolted into the room in her heels. She had been in a meeting when she
received the news of her grandfather falling ill and rushed over as fast
as possible. "Dahlia, the doctors think that he might not make it,"
Florence mumbled, shaking her head. "What?" Dahlia's face paled. "How
could that be? Wasn't he fine yesterday?" "I think it's weird too! But
maybe this is his fate." Florence sighed. "Where's the doctor? Doctor!"
Dahlia called, distraught. + "It's futile. All sorts of doctors have
checked him. They say his symptoms are too weird. There's no way for them
to find the root cause of his condition, and the only thing left to do is
wait for his death." "I–impossible!" shrieked Dahlia as she began to
panic. She couldn't imagine her grandfather, who loved her so dearly,
passing away. "Dahlia, I know a fabulous doctor. He might be able to do
something." Matt, who had been standing nearby. finally spoke. "A
fabulous doctor? Who? Can they really save my grandfather?" Dahlia perked
up instantly. "His name is Dr. Ross Leister. He just arrived from
Millsburg, and his medical skills are top–notch. He's able to cure all
sorts of illnesses! He also happens to be Dr. Rowan Cross' apprentice,"
Matt replied. "Dr. Cross' apprentice?" Everyone's expressions began to
brighten when they heard that. Dr. Cross was well–known. Even people in
South City were familiar with his accomplishments. He was on par with Dr.
Watkinds and Dr. Peay, who were both already at the top of the pyramid
when it came to medicine! His skills were so good they had already
reached perfection. As his apprentice, Dr. Leister's skills must be
outstanding! "Can you really get him to examine Granddad?" Dahlia asked,
her tone hopeful. This doctor was her grandfather's only shot now. "He's
my friend. He'll come if I ask him to" Matt nodded. "That's wonderful
news! If Old Mr. Nicholson gets well, the Nicholson family will be in
your debt!" Everyone agreed. "This is nothing.
Let me ask for him." Matt smiled and left the room. As soon as Matt had
left, Dustin entered the ward but was stopped in his tracks by Florence.
"What are you doing here, Rhys?" she snapped. "I heard that Granddad's
sick. I'm here to visit him." Dustin's face was sombre. "Visit him? Who
do you think you are? You're no longer my son–in–law. We don't welcome
you here!" hissed Florence as she glared at him. "What's wrong. Mom?"
Dahlia rushed over when she heard the commotion. "This bastard is
pretending to care and wants to visit your grandfather. I bet he knows
your grandpa's time is almost up, so he's here to try to get a piece of
the family fortune!" Florence mocked. Everyone in the Nicholson family
knew that Henry Nicholson had always treated Dustin like his own
grandson. It would be no surprise if the old man left Dustin something to
take over! "You've got it all wrong. I'm just worried about Granddad's
condition," Dustin explained. Still suspicious, Florence scoffed at him,
"Who knows what your true intentions are?" "Mom, just let him in. He's
just showing his love for Granddad." Dahlia quipped. "Dahlia, this kid-"
"I'll take responsibility if something happens." Florence was about to
say something else but swallowed her words and stepped aside reluctantly.
"Thank you." Dustin gave a nod of thanks and walked straight into the
ward. The sickly old man was ashen. He looked as though he had just
experienced a stroke. Dustin reached out to touch Henry's hand. He was
shocked to discover that, although his limbs were cold, an extreme heat
emanated from under the pale skin. 1 "The Flaming Frost Poison?" Dustin
pondered as he narrowed his eyes, silently coming up with treatment
methods. The Flaming Frost Poison caused the strangest symptoms. On the
outside, the patient would be freezing cold while their insides were
actually burning hot. Treating either symptom would be ineffective and
could even backfire if the medication used was too strong. This explained
why the doctors could not do anything to treat Henry. "Dahlia, bring me
some hot water," Dustin ordered. "Whatever for?" Dahlia was puzzled.
"Granddad's weak, and he can't hold on for much longer. I need to treat
him now," he explained grimly. "You?" Dahlia frowned. "What nonsense are
you spouting now? Do you even know anything about medicine?" "A little."
"And you dare to show off? What in the world are you
thinking?" Dahlia asked, visibly annoyed. This was a person's life they
were talking about, not child's play! "Do you even know what you're
saying. Rhys? What makes you think you can cure him? Will you take
responsibility if something goes wrong?" Florence chastised. "Exactly!
Old Mr. Nicholson's already suffering enough, so why are you causing more
trouble? Just stay out of the way!" Everyone was unhappy as Dustin was
nothing more than a self–absorbed punk in their eyes. How could he, a
mediocre white–collar worker who had been fired and had achieved nothing
outstanding in the past three years, know anything about curing diseases
and saving lives? "If I'm saying it aloud, it means I have faith in
myself that I can cure him. Let me try," Dustin responded in a determined
voice. "Dustin, will you stop messing around?" Dahlia snapped. "You're
neither a doctor nor are you medically certified. How can you say that
you can save him? I let you in to visit grandpa, not to boast!" "Can you
just trust me this once?" Dustin pleaded, upset. If he wasn't sure he
could do it, there was no way he would meddle with Henry's life. "This
has nothing to do with trust. The fact is, you cannot do it. I won't let
you play around with Granddad's life!" Dahlia refused bluntly. After
three years of marriage, they both knew each other like the backs of
their hands. There was no way Dahlia could know whether Dustin could do
it.